Summary: A short one shot about taking what you want.
Timeline: Season 8
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Satsu
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, unfortunately. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whoever else owns them. I make no profit from this.

Buffy flipped her cell phone closed and let out a long sigh. She was wound up, her heart pumping blood through her veins fast and fierce. Talking to her had been a bad idea and she knew she should never have picked up her cell to make the call. There was no way Buffy was going to be able to go to sleep now; no way she was going to be able to relax knowing they were so far apart when she needed them to be close. She wanted them to be close - the realization hitting her like a blunt object to the head.

She couldn't stop thinking about her. Wanting her.

"This is stupid," she said to herself, pushing back the covers on her bed and searching with her hand on the floor for the clothes she'd discarded a short time ago.

She pulled on her tee shirt and jeans and tugged her blonde hair into a loose ponytail. There came a time when action was the only answer. Talking had never seemed to help, it had always lead to one of them walking away, or to something more physical. The call had only served to prove that talk wasn't what either of them needed.

"Willow?" Buffy said quietly as she knocked on Willow's door. "Are you asleep yet?"

Buffy heard shuffling from the other side of the heavy wooden door.

"Not yet," Willow answered as she pulled open the door.

It clattered and clanked like castle doors do, and Buffy looked up and down the corridor to make sure nobody had ventured out of their room. She didn't need anybody knowing what she was about to ask Willow to do for her.

"Everything okay, Buffy?" Willow asked.

"Yeah," Buffy answered distractedly, following Willow into her room. "Or not so much really."

Willow stopped by her bed and raised her eyebrows, looking concerned.

"I need you to do me a favor," Buffy said, trying not to speak too loudly. "A big favor."

Willow smiled and lead Buffy to the door. "It's about time," she said.

They made their way quickly to the large vault that held all the magical elements that Willow would need. It didn't take her long to prepare to cast the teleportation spell - making sure the time difference wouldn't cause Buffy to land in another dimension altogether - and she didn't ask Buffy any more about the reasons she was doing what she was.

"Are you ready?" Willow asked as Buffy entered the chalk circle on the floor.

"I am now," Buffy replied, meaning more than the obvious.

She thanked Willow and closed her eyes as the whooshing sound of the spell rushed through her ears. She felt the ground slip away from her feet; the feeling of flying through space making her stomach flip and head spin.

It wasn't long before Buffy's feet landed on solid ground once again. Fighting back the queasy sensation, she opened her eyes and waited for her vision to clear. She hated being teleported, but she hadn't wanted to waste another minute - not after the phone call they'd shared.

"Buffy?" came a gentle voice from the bed near by.

Buffy smiled and began to tug off her clothes as she walked towards the bed.

"Hope you don't mind me dropping in," she said through her smile. "You got me kinda worked up on the phone. And it's stupid being all the way across the other side of the world when all I wanna do is be near you, Satsu."

Satsu smiled and pulled back the covers to her bed, inviting Buffy in. She wasn't wearing anything, and it wasn't long before Buffy wasn't either. She crawled under the covers, trailing a hand up along Satsu's body, melting into her dark eyes as they looked deep into each other.

"I've missed you," Buffy said, her body tingling every where it touched Satsu's. "Japan is too far away, and phone sex just isn't going to cut it," she cupped Satsu's face gently in her palm, daring herself to let go. "And I fell in love with you somewhere along the line."

Satsu's eyes went a little wide, her breath hitching in her throat. "But I thought. . ."

Buffy's soft kiss interrupted her.

Their lips moved slowly - basking in each other - the heat building between them just as it had those few other times they'd found themselves together.

"I want to make love to you, Satsu," Buffy told her. "Then I want us to go home."

Satsu pulled Buffy back down to her, acceptance and love in her eyes and in her caresses.

"I love you, Buffy," Satsu whispered across Buffy's lips as their heated skin urged them closer until they were moving against each other; bodies fitting snuggly, hot breaths spilling sighs over each other as they found their rhythm.

Buffy felt the warm, wet comfort of Satsu's arousal against her own - so intimate, so perfect in their embrace and every movement. It was where she wanted to be. She didn't understand why, it just was. Satsu had broken through her barriers, and snuck into her heart.

"I love you too," Buffy said softly, meaning it with every inch of her; every beat of her heart, every touch of her fingers and press of her lips.

As the morning sun rose higher - stalking through the window to cover them both in its heat - they made love slowly. Each sigh and sound, each shudder and release affirmed to Buffy that she'd done the right thing. She wanted to be with Satsu, she loved her. . .and the sex was well worth being magically shot across the world for.

"Oh yes, Satsu!" Buffy gasped loudly as she shook freely in her lover's arms once again, her mind and body buzzing.

Kissing Buffy's warm skin all over, Satsu made her feel more loved and wanted than she'd ever dared to feel before. It was a world away from all the pain she'd felt in her life - all the anguish. It was exactly what she needed.